Hanuka Bell

Dinga lingle lingle, I ring your bell

Knocka knock knockie knock at your door

The week of Hanuka now is here

And you must be sad no more

I'll help you clean and scrubbity scrub

I'll dress you pretty and sweet, sweet, sweet,

I'll dance you right out your door, door, door,

And you must be sad no more.

Here's my old man that drives my old horse

Hitched up to my junky old cart

His clothes look older than you and me

But he talks with a song in his heart

Grandma tells tales of old Hanuka times

Us kids walk all back to those years

She waves both her hands and a fire lights her eye

And she never looks sad anymore.

Hanuka time is the time for us all

To tell things that troubled our minds

To untie old knots of bad feelings we've had

And try not to look sad anymore

It's dinga lingle lingle, I dingle your bell

Yes, I knocka knock knock at your door

Eight days of sweet Hanuka make me feel like new

So I don't look so sad anymore